Jolene and the Healing Quality of Dog Spit
I can't remember having leaves so early on our high desert prairie. Shade is scarce since losing our trees. There's...
Jolene Just Knows the One Word
I'm starting to look like Garrison Keillor. You know, if I dyed my hair brown. I'm not bragging, just stating...
Jolene Learns the Meaning of Competition
That morning, we got up at the usual time, but I didn't go out to do chores. Instead, I took...
Mister Shares A Health Tip That Dogs Know
The farrier came this week. Every year or so, he suggests I quit my day job and hold horses for...
Jolene’s Nose, My Ears, and the Death of Embarrassment
May I brag? I have celebrated the death of embarrassment. It was a freedom I gained by competing horses. Horses...
Egads. Now We’ve Received a Complaint From a Cat
We have received a complaint from a cat in England. Rita says she reckons you cannot trust a woman who...
The Politics of Horses, Dogs, and Humans
This week I went to dinner at a sports bar. I’m not the type, but there are no fine dining...
How callous have we become?
I have kept this blog free of politics because I want a place we can come together, beyond social media...
The Dog Barn and Literary Lounge
Just a reminder, dear reader. I'm a horse trainer using all I know to raise a puppy. If your horse's...
We Don’t Recognize Jolene
Jolene says, hurry up, would ya? I am not dawdling. I'm getting my hearing aids, looking for my outside glasses...
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